Weekend
Sports

To say that San Francisco’s Weekend‘s debut album ‘Sports’ is an intriguing listen would be the understatement of the year. This is an album full of o...

Like the growing noise pop scene itself, San Francisco trio Weekend (not to be confused with Baltimore’s similar-sounding up-and-comers Weekends) has ...

The problem with the American underground rock scene’s current fascination with third- and fourth-division late ‘80s indie label alt-rock (mainly focu...

Weekend’s new album Sports starts off like some kind of rock-and-roll stem cell: a post-punk umbilicus whipping in the sonic void. We hear a classic r...

Renaissance Gloom Principle #1: all moody post-punk bands shall trace genealogy to Ian Curtis’ Kleenex carton - what bollocks. Joy Division ripped off...

Noise. It’s the word your parents would use to describe your music when it was particularly trying for them. It is an insult placed on songs that are ...

Oh if only the entirety of Sports could sound like "Coma Summer." That brilliantly paced, delightfully brooding slow burner is fuzz-filled anthem for ...

Even in an age of excessive internet awareness and never-ending blog hype, it's easy to miss a young touring band on their first stop through town. So...

Buy at iTunesThe term 'post-punk' could not be any more ambiguous - hell, it basically sums up everything ever recorded past 1977. But of course, labe...

Weekend’s Sports opens with “Coma Summer,” the record’s prettiest and most tuneful track. An undeniably catchy anthem—don’t expect to hear it in the b...